Code Z

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I'm a nine year old boy. My name is Ryan McAllister. People call me Rye. The year is 2054. My mother and father wake me up early in the morning and tell me to pack my things. I am confused, but I obey my mother and father. I walk into my room and pack all of my clothes. As I finish, mother rushes me to the hover car. I sit in the back in silence as we fly to our unknown destination. I feel my eyes get heavy and I slowly drift off to sleep.

I open my eyes and rub them. My father picks me up and starts running. I turn around confused, only to see a undead looking creature. It had bites out of its arms and I could see its bones. The bottom part of his jaw was separated. It scared me. " son, stay here, if I don't come back, I-I -I... Love you. " he stuttered out. He set me down in a little hole in the side of a building and he pulls something out of his belt.
Bang
My ears rang. Then he fired it again.
Bang
He ran to me and picked me up. He ran inside where my mother was waiting by the door, anxiously bitting on her fingernails.

She runs to father as we come in the door and hugs me and him. I can hear her light sniffles echoing in this dark.... House?

" mother, why are we in a new house? " I politely ask.
" because baby, there are some deadly things going around in this world right now, and me and your father need to keep you safe. " she replies wiping one of the tears off of her cheek.

" can we still see Ava and her family? " I ask. Ava was my friend since school and we have gone to each other's homes and played.

" honey, we won't be seeing them for a while. Okay? " she says. I nod in response.

" we won't be seeing anyone for a while. " I heard her whisper as if she didn't want me to hear it, before I fell of into my own little dream world, called sleep.

2 years later~~ 2056

I know, I know. Weak little 11 year old? Right? That's not the exact case. I've seen people killed, I've killed, my family has killed. My blood is no longer pure. I have blood on my hands. At the young age of 11. I know what it feels like to pull the trigger, to take a life, stop a living things heart, but it wasn't living. Mother described it as a ' plague ', but I knew it was much more. It was the destruction of earth.

We were put into things called " divisions ". They divided up the towns that we were moved in. For example, Chester, is town one, and White Marsh, is town two. I'm in division five, the worst of them all. There is a dome around our whole base. The capital stands at the middle of it. Division 5, well let's just say the " infected " break in about once a week. That's just more blood that is spilt on my hands. The capital hears our complaints but does nothing about it. He thinks we are worthless and the we should live with the infected, but I fight, I fight for the sick, for the innocent, all those innocent people, never killed, never seen anyone be killed, I do it for them, to keep their blood pure so they don't end up like me, a trigger happy 11 year old that shoots anything that is a threat to him.

I wake up to feel a rumble. Oh no, the infected are breaking in again. I grab my pistol and walk out the door without awaking mother and father. I hate to know that they have to see their son grow up to be a cold blooded killer, but I do it for them.

I put rounds in my pistol and go to town.
One shot.
Dead
Another shot.
Dead
Another shot.
Dead
Three deaths, all on my hands, but at least it's not on the innocents. They still have a chance of living a happy life, but it's impossible in here. I'm hatching a plan, and I have help. There are division leaders that will meet sometimes. Since I'm the once that keeps D5 ( division 5 ) alive, I was elected as division leader. The others are around 15 or 16 and they all agree that we should overthrow the capital. We each select 10 of our fiercest warriors and prepare for battle. I go to my stash in the woods, quickly, because it's out of boundaries. I run through the woods and grab the bag. I turn around to run, only to meet the breath of an infected. I slowly look up and reach my hand back to my belt loop. I feel around for my pistol and see it on the ground.

A gunshot goes off and blood splatter all over the right side of my face. It's not that bad, I've been worse. I look up to see my fiercest warrior running towards me.

" Luke, thank you. " I breathe out and reach down for my pistol. I grab it and put it on my belt loop. I was in a tight spot, backed up against a tree with a infected breathing onto my skin, without a gun, not able to grab one without being bitten, but Luke saved me. We run to the DMC ( division meeting center ) to tell them about the attack. We all talk and agree, it's happening tonight.

2 years later~~ 2058

13 years old, surprisingly my hearts still beating, but part of it isn't. That night, that night we were hatching the plan to attack the capital. It was perfect. Until one of D3's Warriors backed out and word got to the capital. The capital was angry, too angry. They came to my house at night and shot my mother and father. I've lived on since, collecting my own food, water, making shelter. After the incident, the capital thought I couldn't handle it, so they took away my power as division leader, so I didn't have a house. I wasn't leader, but I still met with the others. We decided to fire the plan back up. This time it was full-proof. They knew it was someone from my family, but how'd they suspect an innocent little thirteen year old? The plan started tonight. There is a smaller done around the Capitol so it will be separated from the rest. The plan is, while I go outside to dome to get a herd of the infected, I lead them through D5, to the glass where D5 and the Capital meet. While I'm leading them here, Luke and the others drop bodies that were in the woods that the infected got, and dropped them in the capital. This takes place while the capital staff and faculty are in a meeting. After I lead the infected to the glass, they'll see the bodies, then break into the glass. While this happens, I sneak onto a building that's in view of the meeting area. There, I will snipe the president, causing the rest to evacuate, after the infected. infect the dead bodies, they'll start on the live ones, after the lives are gone, I will have warriors in position to lay waste to the infected. Afterward, we blow up the glass that separates all the divisions and capital, and live as one colony. Whatever awaits us after that, will come.

It's time. I light my flare and exit the dome. One comes and then they all follow. I lead them to the drop off point and I can already smell the horrid smell of decaying bodies. I throw my flare at the bodies and they follow. I back away slowly until I get to my weapon bag. I grab my rifle and go to the glass. I wrap a cloth around my hand and punch the glass, it cracks, I punch it again, it shatters.

I step into the small hole and take off running. I finally get to the building and climb up the stairs. I get to the ladder and climb up. I put my rifle on the edge of the roof and focus my crosshairs on his chest. I don't hesitate to pull the trigger, but first, I move my rifle to the left, and shoot.

I jump from rooftop to rooftop. I finally reach the building and jump through the window. I walk over to him.
" you fool! Do you know what you've done?" He asks.
" yes, I've saved this colony. " I say.
" you have no idea what kind of age you have started. " he says.
" oh but I do, welcome to the age of...." Right now I'm right next to his dying body's ear as I whisper.

" Code Z "